That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
Anyway I said I'd tell you about the weekend when my niece came to stay overnight. She wanted to go to an exhibition of costume in town on Saturday, so I put her up in my flat on Friday and Saturday nights. She's just turned 17 and this was the first time she's been to stay on her own. She's called Edith and has turned into a very pretty young woman. In fact I was staggered when I picked her up from the station not having seen her for a couple of years - my b*****r lives in France - she was so sexy and seems to have picked up a French style that we don't have in England. Anyway, I was taken with her and all the way back to my apartment found it difficult to keep from touching her. We stopped off at an Italian restaurant on the way back from the tube station and had some pasta as she was starving. It was rather crowded and noisy and I was eager to show her my place, so we left around 10 and got home. I showed her bedroom and she said she wanted a shower, so I left her to her own devices and went to open a bottle. I was sitting drinking some wine, my mind churning with thoughts that keep crowding into my head and which I kept pushing to the back. We hadn't talked about her lovelife or anything as yet and I didn't know if my b*****r would have told her I was lesbian. Anyway she came downstairs, long blonde hair all wet and stringy wrapped up in a silk dressing gown of mine that I laid out for her. She looked so pure and fresh, but ever so sexy. My heart thumped and I had to rub my legs together hard.
I handed her a glass of wine and she handed me a hairbrush and asked if I'd mind. She slurped on the wine while I gratefully brushed her lovely hair, breathing in the fresh scent of her body from behind. She relaxed into me and the pressure of her young body in the silk gown against my breasts was almost too much to bear. The gown was loosely tied and I could see over her shoulder the swell of her breasts as they disappeared under the silk. I stared at the place where her nipples were pushing slightly against the material and swore they were growing but….. The talk got round to her life in France and she told me about various friends but it was clear that she found boys immature and crude. At one point she looked around at me and said ‘you’re 34, Hazel, why haven’t you married?’ I swallowed hard and explained my sexuality to her, at least I outlined it. She went quiet and then changed the subject. Soon her hair was dry and glossy and she suddenly announced that she was tired and needed to sl**p. I wondered if what had said had disturbed her, but she jumped up, gave me a peck on the cheek and disappeared up the stairs. I stayed downstairs thinking, drinking more wine, until I too decided it was time for bed. I turned off the lights and went upstairs. All was quiet; Edith’s door was closed and I undressed in the bathroom as usual and got ready for bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, naked, and thought ‘still not bad for 34’. My breasts are quite large but still shapely and firm and I’ve not put on too much weight. I switched off the bathroom light and walked into my bedroom. The bedside light was on and Edith lay in my bed, her golden hair spread on the pillow, grinning at me seductively. ‘Oh auntie’, she said, ‘what big breasts you’ve got’. I must have looked astonished, rooted to the spot, as she sat up, the sheets falling away from her own sweet breasts and held out her arms to me. ‘Come on’ she said ‘teach me all you know. I’m a quick learner.’ I slid into bed besides her.